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2 A.m.
Snow falls on the city,
white on white.
It's the color of hope,
on an unforgiving night.
You kissed me into ruins,
sin on sin.
Now I've got to love your love letters,
written on my skin.
I can't tell the stars,
from the downtown lights.
If I said I was truly over you,
my heart would say "amen".
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
will my heart break again.
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
Someone's scratchy music through the walls,
sirens waving through the streams,
I must have missed your call.
I'm gathering up these nights,
black on black.
I know your voice like it's my own,
and it makes my heart go slack.
I can't tell the stars,
from the downtown lights.
If I said I was truly over you,
my heart would say "amen".
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
will my heart break again.
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
Ooo la la la ohh.
I'm a live.
Ahh oo oo oo.
If I said I was truly over you,
my heart would say "amen".
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
will my heart break again.
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
Of 2 A.M.
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Of 2 A.M.
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
will my heart break again.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
my heart would say "amen".
If I said I was truly over you,
Ahh oo oo oo.
I'm a live.
Ooo la la la ohh.
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
will my heart break again.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
my heart would say "amen".
If I said I was truly over you,
from the downtown lights.
I can't tell the stars,
and it makes my heart go slack.
I know your voice like it's my own,
black on black.
I'm gathering up these nights,
I must have missed your call.
sirens waving through the streams,
Someone's scratchy music through the walls,
As I fall, into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.
will my heart break again.
If I admit I can't get used to this,
But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.
my heart would say "amen".
If I said I was truly over you,
from the downtown lights.
I can't tell the stars,
written on my skin.
Now I've got to love your love letters,
sin on sin.
You kissed me into ruins,
on an unforgiving night.
It's the color of hope,
white on white.
Snow falls on the city,
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